
One year passed since the night in the private club. The darkness did not fade. It grew roots. Deep. Permanent.
Raj decided it was time. Not a normal wedding. No family. No temple. No white dress. A ceremony in the same secret room where it all began. Walls lined with chains, red lights pulsing like heartbeat. Leather altar in center. Black silk sheets soaked in old cum and pee stains from countless nights.




















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